A/N: Again, I apologize for the shortness of the previous chapter.

"Is she here?" Harry yelled out to Ginny who turned around and hissed at him to shut up.

Too late. "Miss. Weasely! What are you doing in her?" Pomfery came storming out of the little room closing the door swiftly behind her.

"I was just looking for you. I'm sorry to intrude but Potter hurt his arm-" at the very mention of Harry's name Madame Pomfery rolled her eyes and started walking. They entered the room where Harry was indeed sitting where Ginny had assigned him.

"Mr. Potter, is it impossible for you to remain healthy for a week?" Pomfery asked as she examined his arm.

"Oy!" Harry bit his lip to prevent anything impolite to escape his sometimes vulgar mouth.

"Painful?" Ginny asked in a cheery voice, mocking him.

"Just a bit," he responded through clenched teeth.

Pomfery put Harry's arm down gently. "Miss. Weasely, a moment please?"

"Sure," Ginny uncrossed her arms from her chest and walked to back of the room.

"Now, shall I assume he hurt himself in a normal circumstance?"

Ginny paused. The little devil on her shoulder was suggested something that her angel wouldn't approve of. Like usual, she ignored them both. "Yes, yes you can."

"Good. Miss. Weasely I understand that you have a sort of knack for my kind of work." Pomfery began with a smile.

"You do?" 'Okay lady where is this going…' Ginny secretly thought.

"Yes. May I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," she responded slowly.

"Fantastic. I have another patient who needs my complete attention at the moment; would you please attend to Mr. Potter? Now, I know that splinter is a little intimidating but just take it one step at a time. Due to your lack of experience you'll have to remove the splinter manually. You'll find the proper tool for that in my cabinet. After that, the rest is easy peasy." Madame Pomfery looked at Ginny was a warm smile that made it very hard for Ginny to even consider turning her down.

"Okay Madame."

"Thank you very much. You'll do great," she added walking away.

'How weird is this?' Ginny made her way to Madame Pomfery's office to get some tweezers and gauze. As she approached Harry he gave her a quizzical look.

"What are you doing?"

"Pomfery asked me to help her out."

"By doing what?" Harry stood up.

"Killing you. Jeez, what do you think? I'm here to take care of you laceration." Ginny threw in a medical term to prove to Harry that she knew what she was doing.

Harry stared at her as he clenched his arm. His lips were thin and his eyes small.

"I know what I'm doing. If I mess up you can yell and scream at me all you want. Just trust me on this, okay?"

After an awkward pause Harry slowly sat down and he relaxed his features a little. After Ginny was done cleaning up his wound she took the tweezers off from the nightstand next to the bed. Harry jumped up, "Whoa! What are those all about?"

"How else am I supposed to get the splinter out?"

"Magic!"

"I don't know any anti splinter spells!"

"Then get Pomfery! Ahh, get away from me with those!" Harry scurried to the other side of the bed.

"She's busy. You can't stand there and tell me that you're scared of tweezers?"

"They're really big," Harry said dumbly.

"Oh, c'mon. No they're not." Seeing that Harry was not coming anywhere near the big bad tweezers Ginny decided to compromise. "Alright, we'll do it you're way. See? I'm putting them away." Ginny put the tweezers behind her as Harry began walking towards her again.

Just as Harry sat down where he was originally, Ginny propelled her foot towards Harry's shin. He bent over to grab his shin, now in horrible pain just Ginny brought her arm holding the tweezers back around. Before Harry could do anything, her free hand grabbed his arm as the other plucked out the splinter.

He looked up at Ginny who was staring at the gigantic splinter still held by the tweezers' teeth. "Ow," he breathed out coarsely.

"Madame?" Ginny asked as she lightly tapped on her door. "I took care of Harry and returned your tweezers."

"Thank you dear," she answered from inside. "Please lock the door when you leave."

"Yes."

Ginny walked towards the exit and grabbed her broom that she must've left on the floor earlier. She was supremely pleased with herself. Not many people knew that she wanted to be a nurse of sorts. "How did Madame Pomfery know?" she asked aloud as she left the infirmary locking the door.

"I believe I was the one who told her that."

Ginny turned towards the familiar voice. "Professor Dumbledore! I didn't see you there."

"Of course not. I was behind you. I suppose you're a little confused."

"I am," she said truthfully.

Dumbledore took out a candy from his robes and nosily unwrapped it. "Lemon drop?"

"No thanks."

He popped it into his mouth and made the yummy sound. "Well, I was informed of your aptitude of healing from your brother."

"Really?"

"Yes, I remember one time whenI was in the hospitalWinghe brought in Harry for something or other; you know how he's always hurt,"

"I do."

"He explained that at home you're usually the one cleaning up your family's cuts and bruises."

"I get a lot of experience with they way they play Quidditch."

Dumbledore laughed, "I'm sure. Anyway, I told Madame Pomfery that if she needed help, and if you were there, not to hesitate to ask."

"Oh."

"Was I wrong in suggesting that?"

"No, I enjoy that sort of thing."

"Good. Nice to see you," he smiled. Dumbledore walked away humming to himself.

'Okay…this is definitely odd.'

"What the hell were you doing?"

Draco painfully turned his head and saw Snape. "My job."

"Be more specific! Just look at you!"

"I was there, I was so close." Draco made a fist.

"Close to death."

"You have no idea. Those bloody gits accused me of working for some Lou guy."

"I will overlook you language as a symptom of you condition." Snape shook his head.

"Do you know who Lou is?" Draco released is fist.

"No, I think I'm glad I don't. Where were you?"

"Outside of London," he responded casually.

"Where!"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Draco shifted uncomfortably.

"Why do I bother?" Snape asked underneath his breath.

Draco ignored Snape's comment. "He's there. He's got to be. One of the henchmen idiots had a wand. He was guarding the outside of the room."

"Are they there now?" Snape asked excitedly.

"No, far gone by now. They probably noticed the unconscious bodies lying around," he said looking at Snape who gave him a disapproving look. "I didn't kill anyone."

"Merlin help me if you did." Snape rose from the seat next to his pupil's bed. "Well, I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Snape said knowingly.

"About?" Draco asked very curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Snape left the room.

'Bastard,' Draco laughed.

A/N: hurrah, that was longer. And quick! Thank you a.sam for you review! As always, Read and Review!